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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

"You're just a Nenner! A glorified blacksmith! You can't possibly stand up against a Zahler's elemental power!" "As if that'll stop me! A Zahler might have the elements under their control, but that won't matter if I have a Seigel-riddled weapon for every occasion!" ⬛⬛⬛ Wesen... the innate power within that allows a person to manipulate the world around them. While it sounded straightforward enough, Rouge still has a lot to learn if he wanted to harness it for his own benefit. Thankfully, being a standard guy with blacksmithing as a hobby had given him a headstart in the new pseudo-medieval world that he now found himself in. In fact, blacksmithing in general is an integral part of his new life and the Wesen-filled wonders that entailed it. It was a good thing too, especially since it would be the one ticket he had to get out of the servitude of the Empire that insisted on grinding him under its heel. With his newfound power of rune-like Seigels at his disposal, Rouge will take the Matheman Empire by storm as he builds his rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. He will ensure that his fellow Nenners will be free from the Empire's oppressive practises, and he sure as hell will do it if it was the last thing he did. Well, that, and he refused to live in a backwater medieval world for longer than he could manage it. His modern sensibilities demanded proper technology, and he was sure that even his half-complete understanding of modern science will give him the edge he needs to take on a literal continent-spanning Empire. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ UPDATES: Daily 19:00 JST Twitter: @ChellyArks

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83.12 Reflection

The field of static shrunk even further, now reduced into almost something nonexistent as Alset looked at me with hope in her eyes. It was almost painful to look at; to know that I might let her down after all this posturing was terrifying to think about.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you can do it?"

I discreetly gestured everyone to back off as I finally took the last step and hugged the girl, "Yes. I'm absolutely sure. If not, then I'll die trying anyway."

A choked gasp erupted from the girl's lips. I can feel her tears dripping onto my shoulder as she cried. If my earlier feeling of fear was but a spark then, now it was an inferno of terror at the thought of failing now. It'd be a monumental disaster for me if this last shot wouldn't even manage to put a dent into the effort of achieving peace. And for some reason, I have a feeling that I just added another blade over my neck in the event that I do fail harder than a diamond in this endeavor.